Aurora - The Knock

The images of the northern lights, aurora borealis, are considered one of the most magical natural wonders that planet Earth offers to humankind. A curtain of light dancing across the polar sky is like a silent song of the universe, a dance of the Sun and Earth, captured in a single moment of luminous contact, a collision.

It all begins far away, on the Sun. There, where life pulses and rivers of flaming light are born in unfathomable fire, the solar wind is formed. This wind is a stream of electrically charged particles, primarily electrons and protons, traveling through space at astounding speeds.

When the Sun exhales, sending this stream of charged particles into space and this solar wind meets Earth's magnetic field, a subtle yet powerful collision occurs. Invisible lines of magnetic force redirect the particles toward the polar regions. There, high above us, electrons and protons meet oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the atmosphere. In this collision, energy is released a whisper that transforms into light that begins to glow.

The color of this light, or the wavelength of the photons, depends on the difference in energy levels between two electron states within an atom. Green and red hues speak of oxygen, while shades of blue and violet carry the traces of nitrogen.

This is a luminous story of invisible meetings, of collisions of energy, of the journey of particles that once belonged to the Sun and now paint beautiful patterns across our sky.

 

Collision of Light and Memory

When I speak of Collision, I don't mean only the physical phenomenon. I speak of a contact that goes beyond scientific explanation of an encounter between the inner and the outer, between what I carry within and what arrives from beyond. I speak of a moment of contact between memory and the present, of that sudden yet startlingly familiar feeling when something long forgotten within us meets the awareness of now.

Though I have visited parts of Scandinavia in this life, I have never gazed upon the majestic northern lights with my naked eye. Yet the memory of that experience lives in me, not as a story, but as a feeling, as an echo that still resonates through the space of my being.

The moment that brought back all those long-forgotten feelings happened when, with my eyes closed, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I observed the radiance of colors and forms. In that in-between space, where reason softens and the soul begins to speak, I perceived the flowing of luminous energies surrounding me—more intensely than ever before. They nurtured me with gentleness, just as piercing headaches were breaking me down to the edge. The colors were soft, yet powerful. It felt as if they carried not only comfort, but a message.

And it was these fluid, silent visions of light that opened a doorway to a memory not bound to this moment.

Suddenly, something ancient stirred within me. A memory, locked deep in my cells, awakened at the touch of those colors that enveloped me like warm hands. I was filled with the awareness that I had once stood there, on a glistening, frozen snowy ground, and the sky above me was alive, breathing.

The essence of this beauty newly experienced in the grip of pain, embraced me like a reflection of a moment that transcended time and space. My inner gaze was stolen by its beauty, and my heart fell silent in awe. Colors flowed across my inner sky like a song without words, and something within me stirred.

It was not only a memory that awakened, but also a deeper urge to express through words.

This beauty spoke to me so fiercely that I could not hold it in. I had to give it voice. Somewhere between color and pain, between silence and the rhythm of the body, I began to write, not from the mind, but from deep feeling.

From that heartfelt meeting of light and memory came the poem Collision, a poem that carries the symbolic meaning of all the inner colors surrounding me. In this energy of strength, I found clarity, an understanding that this inner light is reflected in other texts I had written before. And it was because of this vivid interconnectedness that I named the collection Aurora. Not only after the morning dawn or the northern lights, but after the inner radiance, the one that illuminates not only the world outside, but especially the landscapes within us.

Aurora is not just a collection of poems, it is a luminous trail through inner terrains. It is a record of moments when the sky touches the soul, when the body becomes a temple of silence where colors play the melody of memory. It is a story of inner brilliance that does not fade, even when we are surrounded by darkness.

 

With Love, Ines

 

A poem from the book Aurora:

THE KNOCK

 

The collision of an infinite charge shatters the cold air,

like the shadow of distant trees the shape is changing,

a rare, light blue touch dissipates my power.

 

Water in the moonlight solidifies,

the divine spectrum of sunlight energy is spinning,

a silent and shy pride settles with the inner wind.

 

From green to red and everything in between,

just about everything is made up from a distant dance,

their habits, which we are both a part of.

 

In a sunny wind the light is released,

a diamond give the soul to a lullaby,

in the emptiness of drunken beauty it keeps its hardness.

 

Only there where the everlasting ice is, can I run into this glow,

I want to go there, across the edge of the last touch,

even deeper through the air.

 

Only there where the sharp cold is, can I run through time,

I want to go all the way to where the galaxy does not stand still,

I know it moves as well.

 

I put the icons of the eternal oasis into the ground

and when the snow warms me stronger than the name,

the colours carry my breath into the morning dawn.

 

All that you are burns in me

It is all I am and It is all you are, Aurora.